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Thursday, March 22, 2007

A quarter of 2007 has just gone by. Sort of flew out of my window without me realising it. I'm beginning to think that my life's a soap opera. A few mishaps each episode, but nothing dramatic happens. And it goes on and on and on, but never ends. I'm sorry if this entry is gonna be truncated and random. It's just that I've so much to say, but when I've sat down and ready to type,i'm speechless. Let me try to sum it up in points.

From the exterior,

1)For real, i've graduated. My final semester results aren't too bad, even though I expected something better for Law. So I scored a 3 for my GPA. Yea,nothing fantastic I know. I'm quite surprised when my colleague told me the average GPA of her course is 4.0 when nobody in my cohort has such scores at all. Guess it's different from Engineering and IT school.

2)I've been busy with conferences, and now I'm trying to busy myself with work to earn extra cash. To save up for Perth next year and also for my long list of indulgences like a nokia 7373 (but not pink.) and a new digital camera.

3)Trying to sell away the huge pile of clothes in my wardrobe. ):

4)If I'm gonna be a part-time student at Murdoch, I have no idea what I'm gonna do with the other half of my time.

To the interior.

5)I feel aimless. I feel like there's nothing to look forward to.

6)Someone advised me. "it may only take you a week or a month to get over it." It's been 2 months and I feel neither here nor there.

7)My first guitar lesson should be on Monday.

8)I don't know what to do with my dreams.

9)Every once in awhile on bus rides, I gaze out of the window and wished I was somewhere else.
Maybe Canada or something.

10)Sometimes I wish I over excelled in something. Just like how some people are scholars,musically-inclined or artistic. Again, I feel neither here nor there.

11)Believe it or not, after graduating I don't know how in the world I'm gonna find a job. Magazines are a niche industry.

12)Most of the time I will feel like I've gotten over things. Then sometimes talking about stuff will bring me back to some memories I only know as bitter-sweet ones.

13)I don't know what's gonna happen in my life,honestly. But sometimes I want the courage to say,'I'm going backpacking.Don't know when I'm gonna be back.' And really live my life. But I can't leave all of it behind, 'cause I'm entering Uni,getting a degree, and hopefully a good job after that. Like all other students out there. Going down the traditional road. Living the dreams of our parents and country.

14)And yes,I do wish to have been born in a filthy rich family. I'm thankful that my dad worked his way up and provided us with a comfortable lifestyle, but we're not rich as in bungalows-and- porsches kind of sense. Not because I wanna show off. Think about it. Then I won't have to stay in Singapore to study to save money for my family because 20k won't make a difference to them cause we're so filthy rich. Then I can buy whatever I want and don't have to crack my brains on where to sell or even chuck my unwanted stuff because my house's so huge I can put them anywhere and my family's so filthy rich I don't have to get money by selling my clothes.
Then I can go for any church and youth camps without checking the balance in my bank account. Then I can live my dreams and go backpacking for 2 years or something. Then I think my parents will feel happier. I know people will come up to me and say, most rich people are not happy. I do think life's more than earning the big buck. But the truth is,I think my parents are happy when they could afford to bring us out for nice meals at Crystal Jade or pamper themselves with material goods and spa indulgences. And even travelling. In a way, when the quality of life improves, people are happier. When you're not so rich, you're only happy when you learn to embrace your situation and make the best out of what you have. When you're really poor,you're only happy when you start trusting God to provide for all your needs. So all in all, nobody's really contented with being living from dollar to dollar.

I wrote my heart down.
1:20 PM



Hello,what's your name?

Name:Natalie Wong
Age:20
Birthday:30th May 1987
School: Undergrad at Murdoch Uni(Mass Communications)
Oh yes, it's the self- introduction section again where you're supposed to pigeon hole yourself in 50 words.(labelling allowed)Well, I believe in someone called Jesus and that in itself has changed my character and life in many ways. That's about it. Talk to me and you can have the right to label me further.|



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